The barbed wire fence did not appear to be very strong under the sharp multifunctional saber. In order to prevent the bonfire from being discovered by the mortars in the opposite building, the bonfire was generally blocked by the wall. The barbed wire fence dozens of meters away from the sentry was basically shrouded in darkness.
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In the darkness that the sentry tried hard to open his eyes to see clearly, a group of two black figures quietly broke through the barbed wire fence and sneaked into the Japanese position.
Perhaps because there were Japanese tanks on the front of the building, Chen Yunfa still chose to operate on the front this time. At least three groups of sentries were quietly killed by the bonfire, and their bodies were killed by a 1.7-meter-long weapon in their hands.
The Sanba Gai was supported and leaning against the low wall. From a distance, it looked like just two sentries taking a nap against the wall.
The disaster for the Japanese troops who were still sleeping in the trenches came at the darkest moment before dawn.
Cover your mouth with your thick palms, and the sharp thorns pierce your heart without hesitation, like killing a pig. The thick edges and corners will cause terrible wounds and quickly drain the blood. In just five seconds, the person will completely lose consciousness.
Like hard-working butchers, except for Chen Yunfa who found a fortification 40 meters away for warning, the other six special forces, led by Zeng Shui, worked in the trenches for a full fifteen minutes.
When the six men in camouflage returned from sneaking in the trenches, their clothes were soaked with blood. The strong smell of blood was blown by the wind and even Chen Yunfa couldn't help but frown. The smell of blood may also cause action
One of the exposed factors is, couldn't these guys kill people and stop the kid's bleeding at the same time? It would be like killing pigs in a slaughterhouse.
However, this is not the time to discuss this on the battlefield. At a glance, he saw that all the team members had returned. Chen Yunfa waved his hand and whispered softly: "Close the team!"
"Wait a minute, captain, I'll set off a big firecracker for the Japanese again!" Zeng Shui whispered as he took out a bag of grenades from his backpack.
Then he ran behind the dead sentry who was leaning against the low wall with his back stabbed by a rifle bayonet, and worked for a while before returning with satisfaction, "At daybreak, let's see who will light this big firecracker."
There are at least fifteen grenades, which is equivalent to the amount of explosives of a mountain cannon shell. No matter who fires this big firecracker, it is probably because they have a life point and no orders.
The special forces disappeared into the darkness, passed the coded signal, and successfully returned to the building.
Lei Xiong, who was in charge of the response, spent this hour like a year. The order he received was that once Chen Yunfa fired the signal bomb, he and the machine gun company would use machine guns and heavy machine guns to launch a suppressive attack 600 meters away. Although he did not know that Chen Yunfa
They took great risks to go out and do it, but they must have their reasons.
However, only seven people went out, but they faced more than half of the regiment's Japs. The danger can be imagined. If it were in the past, it would be fine, but after experiencing this day's battle, the independent regiment's
Although only Zeng Zeng had shown his skills among these seven soldiers, and the others had not participated in the battle at all, Lei Xiong would rather face a Japanese squad alone than face a terrifying sniper like Second Lieutenant Zeng Shui.
The marksmanship is truly terrifying beyond imagination.
Such an elite squad could at least equal the strength of an infantry platoon. No matter from which angle, Lei Xiong did not want anything to happen to them.
Fortunately, they were all back. With the help of the weak firelight, Lei Xiong was very happy to see Chen Yunfa sneaking into the building with 6 soldiers.
But what does this smell like? As a veteran, Lei Xiong immediately smelled the unique smell of blood! "A brother is injured? Quick, first aid kit! Light up the fire." Lei Xiong ordered and jumped out of the bunker.
Because the electric lights in the building were controlled, primitive torches became the most commonly used by soldiers for lighting.
The torch was quickly lit.
In the firelight, what appeared in front of the soldiers was Chen Yunfa's white teeth, and the six bloody soldiers, like six demons returning from hell.
The blood was still dripping down their combat uniforms and combat boots that had been dyed with strange black and red patterns, but that was obviously not their own blood. If it had been their own, based on this flow, they would have probably removed a piece of blood long ago.
My little face is white with blood. How can I still be as red as now?
"Are you going to kill pigs?" Lei Xiong finally knew where such a strong smell of blood came from, and asked in shock.
"Hey, I just went to teach the little devils a little lesson, let them know that you can't always close your eyes when sleeping." Chen Yunfa smiled slightly, "If you want to close your eyes, then you don't have to open them."
Lei Xiong and his soldiers were a little aching. They didn't know how much of a lesson these daring guys had taught the Japanese army, but looking at the blood all over their bodies and thinking about it with their buttocks, the little Japs probably wouldn't have it easy. Guang Zai
A few, but not so much blood.
It's more than uncomfortable.
The early morning of the second day after the siege of Sihang Warehouse was definitely an extremely scary morning for Captain Kiichi Yamaki, the commander of the 1st Infantry Battalion.
Yes, the one responsible for defending the front of the building is still the unlucky 1st Infantry Battalion. Because the main focus is on how to use the night to blast the Sihang Warehouse, Wakita Jiro has no energy to take care of the 1st Infantry Battalion, which has almost lost its combat effectiveness.
For the infantry brigade, let Yin Teng Yoshimitsu lead his remaining 300 or so men to guard the front. Anyway, there are fortifications and four tanks from the tank squadron to help out. Even if the 1st Infantry Battalion has become an infantry squadron,
Not afraid of a frontal surprise attack from the Chinese.
But no one expected that the Chinese gave full play to the spirit of chasing the poor bandits, and they would not let go of this super unlucky guy, and even used the night to beat them again.
However, this old punch was a bit harsh.
As the captain of the infantry squadron, Kiichi Yamaki is actually very sad. His infantry squadron has been severely attrited. Four infantry squads fought with the Chinese for only one day, and only two squads were left. However, compared to what had already been done,
The 1st Infantry Squadron, which was nearly wiped out, was already in good shape. You must know that the entire infantry group could no longer gather five infantry squads before nightfall. Although there were still 300 personnel, that would have to be increased.
The heavy machine gun squadron and artillery squad, as well as medical and paramedic troops were combined together.
Kiichi Yamagiwa was awakened from his sleep by the crazy shouting of the soldiers. He lifted up the cold blanket that had been soaked with rain on the rainy day in Songhu, and the Japanese captain ran towards the trench where his subordinates were shouting crazily more than 100 meters away.
He actually wanted to kill the new recruit who was just added two days ago. What on earth did he see that could make this cowardly bastard lose his temper like that? He knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face, and shouted for Amaterasu to atone for his sins.
Was he stunned by yesterday's brutal battle?
However, as he ran, a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. It was the smell of blood. But how much blood was needed to transmit this smell across such a long distance?
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The closer the distance was, the more his heart sank. The thicker smell of blood made him mistakenly think that he was running towards a slaughterhouse instead of the trenches of his 1st Infantry Team.
When he stood next to the new soldier who was kneeling on the ground and looked around, the Japanese captain finally understood why the new soldier behaved like this. Because his legs were also weak and he wanted to kneel down.
The entire 150-meter-wide trench was filled with blood and corpses that were still flowing.
One of his only two remaining infantry squads was lying quietly in the trench, a total of thirty-six people, from the commander to the private, not one of them. It was as if the devil had visited him in his sleep.
Most of their faces were ferocious, and Kiichi Yamaki believed that they must have been in pain the moment death came. But why didn't they resist, and why didn't they even utter a word of reluctance at the last moment of rushing towards death?
Is the devil at their throats?
There was no need to deliberately look at the three groups of sentries of the 1st Infantry Team more than 20 meters away. Yamaji Ki knew that since the devil took care of this position and massacred an entire infantry team, the six sentries must have returned earlier.
into the arms of Amaterasu.
The most complete infantry squad was finished in this way.
Yamaji Kiichi, who desperately suppressed his inner grief and fear and jumped into the trench, had his bulky cowhide boots stained with red soil. This was because the blood of thirty-six people mixed with muddy water had soaked the soil in the trench even softer.
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The cause of their death was very simple. There was a terrible hole as big as a thumb that penetrated the heart. It was easy to put a finger into the bloody hole caused by an unknown weapon and even touch the soft heart of the Japanese captain. His heart was filled with chills.
Risk. He finally understood why there was so much blood. The huge wound that had not closed even after such a long time could drain all the blood from the human body within tens of seconds.
He could almost imagine the tragic scene half an hour ago. The enemies who sneaked into this trench were like the Chinese killing pigs. They covered the mouths of their soldiers with one hand and inserted a sharp weapon into their hearts with the other hand. Then, they waited for blood.
In the empty air, the soldiers who had lost all their strength could only fall into a deep sleep and die silently. One after another, until everyone in this trench died.
The Japanese captain could completely imagine the despair of his soldiers at that moment.
"Devils! They are devils!" Shanji Xiyi knelt in the blood-red soil, holding his face and crying loudly.
The mood is broken.
Kiichi Yamaki is not a new soldier. Although he was only a second lieutenant fifteen days ago, he is also a veteran who has been in the army for several years. He can accept that his subordinates die on the battlefield, but it is difficult for him to accept that on his own position,
This group of imperial warriors who could have been one against ten were slaughtered like pigs by the Chinese, and right next to him.
There is fear, but more of it is humiliation.
The Chinese are so cruel.
Yin Teng Zenko also hurriedly came from five hundred meters away. He also stared blankly at his once extremely brave captain who had been promoted to two levels in a row, kneeling next to the corpse and crying. The entire trench was shrouded in death and red blood.
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"Baga! The Chinese deserve to die!" Yin Teng Zhanguang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
After a good night's sleep, a whole team was gone. I'm afraid no one would be able to accept it, right?
The bodies of the six sentries were still leaning against the low wall, with the sharp bayonets on their long Type 38 rifles poking at the backs of their heads, supporting them even though they were dead long ago.
The weird posture made people feel cold all over, and at the same time, they felt extremely humiliated.
"Baga! Baga!" Yin Tengshanguang, who was about to go crazy, pulled out his command knife that shone with cold light and slashed at the low wall desperately, as if he was a hateful Chinese.
Then, Shan Jixi, who was crying with his face in his hands, heard a terrible bang.
When he looked up blankly.
The sky is filled with broken limbs and leftover bodies.
Colonel Into Zenko is missing.
The power of the explosion of fifteen grenades is not only the terrifying steel balls that turn the human body within a radius of 20 meters into a hornet's nest, but also the fragile human body is instantly torn into pieces flying around, especially for people who are accidentally hit by a knife.
As for the Japanese major who pulled the string.
How can a person whose anger is comparable to the eruption of Mount Fuji pay attention to the slightly scattered green smoke at his feet?
Captain Yamaji Ki suddenly became the highest-ranking person in the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 36th Infantry Regiment. Fifteen days ago, he was just a junior lieutenant.
Should he laugh? Or should he cry? At the moment when the air waves mixed with blood and dust hit his stunned face.
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